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"I'm afraid you'll find the drawing-room chimney smokes," said a matter-of-fact lady in sea-green; "poor Mrs. Hawbuck was a martyr to that chimney." "What does a bachelor want with a drawing-room? If there is one sitting-room in which I can burn a good fire, I shall be satisfied. The stable is in very fair order." "The Hawbucks kept a pony-carriage," assented the sea-green lady. "If Mrs.
'Well, she WATH in her pinnafaw, wathn't she, Ma? says Hugh, quite unabashed; which question Lady Hawbuck turned away with a sudden query regarding her dear darling daughters, and the ENFANT TERRIBLE was removed by his father. 'I hope you weren't disturbed by the music? Ponto says. 'My girls, you know, practise four hours a day, you know must do it, you know absolutely necessary.
Would God I had no soul to be saved, and I'd just go and drown care in drink, and let the queen and the Pope fight it out their own way!" And the poor old man sank into a chair, and covered his face with his hands, and then leaped up again. "Bless my heart! Excuse me, Sir Richard to sit down and leave you standing. 'S life, sir, sorrow is making a hawbuck of me.
Klegg did not like the tone nor the manner, but he produced his tobacco, and began prudently clipping off a fair-sized chew for his companion him self. "O, the devil, that ain't no chaw," said the other, pulling the tobacco and knife from his hand. "Don't be stingy with your terbaker, old Hawbuck. You kin git plenty more."
He beheld his father ponderously grinding sand, his mother fierily breaking butterflies, his brother labouring at the pleasures of the Hawbuck with the ardour of a soldier in a doubtful battle; and the vital sceptic looked on wondering. They were careful and troubled about many things; for him there seemed not even one thing needful.
In a pretty little garden bonnet, with beautiful curling ringlets, with the smartest of aprons and the freshest of pearl-coloured gloves, this amazing woman was in the arms of her dearest Lady Hawbuck. 'Dearest Lady Hawbuck, how good of you! Always among my flowers! can't live away from them!
Hawbuck accepts my offer, I shall send for my horses next week," said the Captain. Mrs. Tempest blushed. Her life had flowed in so gentle and placid a current, that the freshness of her soul had not worn off, and at nine-and-thirty she was able to blush.
Hawbuck, on his part, gives himself patronizing airs to General Sago, who looks upon the Pontos as little better than paupers. 'Old Lady Blanche, says Ponto, 'I hope will leave something to her god-daughter my second girl we've all of us half-poisoned ourselves with taking her physic. Lady Blanche and Lady Rose Fitzague have, the first, a medical, and the second a literary turn.
Captain Hawbuck, a retired naval man, to whom the place had been very dear, was in his grave, and his wife was anxious to try if she and her hungry children could not live on less money in Belgium than they could in England. The good old post-captain had improved and beautified the place from a farm-labourer's cottage into a habitation which was the quintessence of picturesque inconvenience.
We have seen him before. He was the longest, brownest, stupidest of the Hawbuck family. The one who could spit further than any of his brothers. "Well, Charley," he said, "is this all true about the bushrangers?" Charles said it was. And they were bailed up in the limestone gully, and all the party were away after them. "Where are you going then?" asked the unfortunate young idiot.
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